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Doctor's personal log.

Stardate 869372.1.

"The sky is beginning to show
some streaks of light

over in the East."

How many dawns have I seen?

Alone, while most of the crew
is on the verge of waking,

with a new perspective

granted by a good night's rest.

It's an illusion, I want to say.

I was here the whole time,
and nothing has changed.

But time is their beast.

Time is my beast.

It bites us differently.

Cadet Tarima Sadal
is returning to us today

after having made
a full recovery from her coma.

The Betazoids have given her
a new evolved neuro-inhibitor

that will allow her
to control her abilities

without risk of self-harm.

The decision has been made
to transfer her

to Starfleet Academy for
the remainder of her studies.

While her body has healed,

her mind and spirit
will likely take more time.

Cadet Sadal, welcome.

The Doctor and I wanted
to be here at your arrival.

Yes, Chancellor.
I assume that's why you're...

That's why we're here,
of course.

I'm sure having
Starfleet council,

Chancellor Kelrec and myself

make the decision
to relocate you

from the War College
to Starfleet Academy

must be challenging.

Cadet Sadal,

the extraordinary
empathic abilities you displayed

on the Miyazaki saved lives,

at great personal cost.

However, your network
of mirror neurons

will not survive
another such incident.

You exist
in an intricate balance.

Sir.

Commitment to a specialty
in science or research

is paramount to your safety.

That wouldn't have been possible
at the War College.

I-I understand
the decision, sir.

We offer counseling and support.

Let us know what you need.

What? Huh?

You gonna do something?

Huh? Yeah, thought so.

Man, it's feeling
pretty combustible in here.

Guys, I'm picking up
an unusual spike in pyroxene...

No shit, we're in
an asteroid field, Ocam!

Panic will lead us
to destruction.

The cadets are struggling
to get along.

The lasting effects of the
Miyazaki are still with us.

We need to alter our course.

We need to power up our shields.

Who is giving the orders here?

You're supposed to be
working together.

Unidentified contact incoming.

Yeah, no kidding.

- We're all gonna die!
- It's a comet.

What do you want me to do?

- Aft thrusters.
- Fore thrusters

Which one is it?

Neither! Are you
seriously asking that?

Catastrophic damage.

All crew lost.
Simulation complete.

Congratulations.

That was a spectacular failure
of teamwork.

Everyone, get the hell off
the bridge now. Thank you.

Trauma counseling

doesn't seem to be enough.

Our kids need more help.

We need some
serious reinforcements.

Do you think we ought...

I do think, we do ought,

and I'm already trying
something weird.

Buckle up, she's gonna be here
any minute.

Hmm.

Hey. Why are we here?

Unclear. My PADD redirected me.

Mine, too.

- Are you all right?
- I am fine.

So, I was moving our stuff
this morning,

and I dropped your toothbrush
in the toilet.

- What? Gross.
- Sorry.

Why were you moving our stuff?

Well, 'cause Tarima's
gonna room with us.

I saw it on the roster, so...

Wait. Here?

Tarima's coming here?

Oh, you're all still asleep.

Wakey, wakey,
raktajino and bakey.

Eyes up, cadets.

I'm Lieutenant Sylvia Tilly.

I'm on rotation in the Beta
Quadrant with the third-years.

However, per the chancellor,

this class has been mandated
for you, so you get me early.

Cadet Reymi, Lieutenant.

Uh, may I ask
what course this is?

Theater.

Sorry, Lieutenant,
what does theater have

- anything to do with...
- Eight out of ten cadets

ask that question.

The other two become captains.

- But captains don't do...
- What if I told you

that theater is one
of the most powerful tools

for social and political change?

Theater is statecraft.

Statecraft is theater.

It's the kind of stuff
you overachievers get all

hot and bothered over,
so chew on that

till you get it
and it changes your life.

Please change my life,
Lieutenant.

Favorite. Homework: find a play.

I'll select one
that suits our purposes.

We will read it out loud,
discuss, dissect,

and for those of you
still bristling

with confusion
and/or resentment,

I don't care.

- Fail this, fail the semester.
- What?

So get excited, little chickens.

Tomorrow, we theater.

I just switched
from Klingon musical theater

to 20th-century
Earth melodramas.

This is incredible.

I'm halfway through.

Which play?

All of them.

I love plays.

- Okay.
- They're art.

They-they didn't exist

until they came out
of someone's brain.

It's like this pillow.

This pillow is the manifestation
of somebody's creative impulse.

Th-This pillow is theater.

Sorry.

I've learned that I am a lot.

On a good day,
I'm a little bit much.

On rare occasions...

I'm "Whoa, Sam!"

"Slow to impulse.

"I'm not even up yet, and I just
can't with your midday energy

before I even pull my underwear
out of my butt."

Oh.

- True story.
- Don't apologize.

Honestly, you're
the first person here

who's not looking at me
like I'm a total freak.

Have you... laughed before now?
I mean, since...

since you've been here?

Yeah, it's confusing.

Something happens,
something... big.

And... it's with you
all the time,

but you just
have to keep living.

And you still
find reasons to laugh,

which is absurd.

It-it feels like...

Doesn't feel like anything.

Oh.

Sorry.

Ah!

No.

Sam, I'm-I'm sorry.

- Are you okay?
- Yeah.

I'm good.

I'm good.

Lieutenant Sylvia Tilly.

Well, the rumor's true.
She's here.

You know, I could feel it
in my teeth.

Like, right at the back
of my molars.

They started to hurt
like after you eat cookie dough.

It's okay to love. Mmm...

Mm, is it? Your relentless
optimism is nightmarish.

We are the women time forgot.

Optimism is me paddling
my freaking canoe.

- What are we having?
- Something with a proof.

Yeah.

I, uh, I read
about the Miyazaki.

How are they?

Right in the thick of it.

How does that saying go?

"It's not the load that breaks
you but how you carry it"?

They have no idea
how to carry it.

None. That's why I called you.

They need serious
trauma counseling

without knowing
it's trauma counseling.

Yes.

I need you to work
your magic with them.

Well, ambition will get some
of them to at least participate.

Others have, understandably,
lost their metric.

Tarima.

Been there.

What got you guys through?

Starfleet.

I'll remember that.

I was starting to think
this whole endeavor is just

too much, too soon.

Nobody's ever ready, Captain.

Have you met Sam?

Favorite.

So joyful.

Ode to joy?

Yeah, baby.

You were one of them
not so long ago.

Bring them to port, Lieutenant.

Aye, Captain.

Hey.

You adjusting?

Look, I sound like an asshole,

but I don't really know
what to say.

Do you need anything?

Why can't you look at me?

What am I looking for exactly?

At the climax,

as the rival house
eats the warrior stew,

you learn that they've
been served...

they've been served the hearts
and the quadri-testicles

of their fathers before them.

Blood slashes ankle-deep
on the stage,

and there is rejoicing
throughout the land.

Okay.

Yes, uh, just so powerful,

uh, and just well-told.

I do love me some Klingon opera.

The, uh, the passion,

the intrigue, the murder.

So much murder.

Bless you.

- Are you sick?
- I am embattled with Jaqh-VoD.

He means to say he's got a cold
that he refuses to take care of.

- Might be contagious.
- Ah. Jay-Den,

you're excused from this class.

Please return to your quarters
and quarantine

until this runs its course.

Yes, Lieutenant.

Best of luck to you all
in your future endeavors.

- Okay, who's next?
- Me, me, me.

- Me, me, me.
- Sam.

Yes-yes-yes-yes.
Hello, hello. My name is Sam.

My play is from ancient Earth.

It's a thousand years old.

It's called Our Town
by Thornton Wilder.

- Oh.
- It's about not much.

Small town, little moments, but
I must be developing instinct

because it's about
something else at the same time.

- Something bigger.
- Ugh. No.

Jay-Den's
hearts and testicles comedy

sounds way more interesting.

It-It's just people

in these tiny moments.

Emily and George.

They are kids,

and they're teens in love,

and then they get married.

She dies, and then she tries

- to get back to the way she...
- How is this relevant

to... I don't know...
flying a starship?

Well, it's relevant to people,

to organics.

Something about
their essential nature.

Something I love.
I can't articulate it exactly,

but it's real.

And has something to do
with a sort of hopeful defiance.

Does that make sense?

Absolutely.

- Mm-mm.
- I know that play. It's perfect.

Sam, you'll read Emily?

Yeah?

- May I?
- Y... y...

Thanks.

Uh, Ocam...

- Stage Manager.
- Sick.

Caleb... George.

Genesis...
George's mom Mrs. Gibbs.

I'm your mom?

I'm so horrified,
I don't even know what to say.

You lost a step, Mir. No shame,
but a little bit of shame.

Okay.

This quote.
"The life of the village

against the life of the stars."

Tarima, what do you think
that means?

Uh, well,
this is an ancient play,

so they hadn't figured out
a star's life cycle yet,

but Earth was on
the verge of a war,

and they knew a village had...

it had a life

and a final day.

Yes, but finality...

is...

Doctor.

- Incoming cadet.
- Sam?

Immediate attention required.

Stand back, give her space.

Sam, Sam, hey, wake up.

Where's the Doctor?

Sam!

Full system scan in progress.

The patch the holo-engineers
made has been failing for weeks.

Why is this the first
you've come to me?

Describe the glitches, please.

It feels like...
falling into myself

and watching a machine try to
function with no one in control.

You're not a machine, Sam.

Malfunction detected.

Full system scan complete.

How we doing?

Her processors have been
overloading for weeks.

Ever since the Miyazaki.

Despite her repeated visits
to the holo-spa, it persists.

The overloads
cause the glitches.

Each glitch triggers
her reset circuit,

which overloads,
causing another glitch.

It's self-generating.

- A loop.
- Okay.

So how do we break it?

Why are my processors
overloading at all?

I don't know.

I don't know
how to fix you, Sam.

Could we go to Kasq?

Kasq.

The Makers are on Kasq.

Kasq is a world of photonics.

It's not part of the Federation.

We couldn't keep tabs on you,

and there's no way
of guaranteeing

they'd let you return.

Provided you want to come back.
Do you?

All right.

Photonic or not,

they'll have a harder time
if she has escorts, Doctor.

Federation escorts.

We'll take you, Sam. Both of us.

I'll ready the transport.

Suit up.

Hmm.

Shuttle Five
has been cleared for departure.

Good luck, Chancellor.

I can't believe she just left.

Yeah, it must be serious.

I guess they couldn't
waste any time.

You got the play and I got a...

I got a toothbrush?

Hey, you can be Emily.

Yeah, well, uh,

Sam wanted you, so...

don't be a dick.

Yeah.

Tarima,

I understand
you'll be our Emily now?

Mm-hmm.

Great. Okay.

Uh, I want to jump around
a little bit today,

so, act two, the wedding
of Emily and George.

Lieutenant, it's hard to focus
on whatever this is...

Yeah, we don't even know
what's going on with Sam.

- Yeah.
- Right now.

No one's telling us
anything, so...

- I don't know.
- Sam is headed to her world.

Other than that,
don't speculate.

It'll hurt more than it helps,

and you have a task at hand,
so, page 74.

George and Emily arrive
at the church for their wedding,

both trying to get out of it.

Cadet Ocam?

"Emily, wearing
her wedding veil...

"she, too, draws back,

frightened when she sees
the congregation."

Emily?

"I never felt so alone
in my whole life.

"And George over there,
looking so...

"I hate him.

I wish I were dead."

Wow, okay.
"I don't want to get married."

"Why can't I stay for a while
just as I am?"

For real, Lieutenant,

- why does...?
- None of us know what this scene's about.

None of us care.

Sam cares.

Don't be the captain
who tears down.

Be the captain who lifts up.

And what do you think
it means, Cadet?

There's an expectation
on them...

to get married...

and be happy...

but they leave it too long
before saying...

what they want.

Who they really want.

Surprisingly real.

I think there's
a little more there.

Anyone?

Mir?

I don't know, maybe he doesn't
want what he's supposed to want.

The things everyone else
seems to want.

Good. Tarima.

Emily says
she hates George. Why?

She loved him
seconds before this moment,

so now she's never felt
so alone?

Sorry, can't someone
just not want to do this?

What's this?

This, all-all of this.

And not be some
epic mental health crisis?

Do you believe Emily
is that simple?

No, but maybe
it's just one moment

and-and she's not trying to...

pull herself apart looking
for some bullshit trauma.

Cadet, you're sailing
perilously close to the wind.

Sorry, Lieutenant.

Okay. Okay, let's get back
to the play, hmm?

Stage Manager,
the only character who exists

both inside and outside
of the play.

What do we think?

Cadet Ocam?

Tell us more
about your world, Sam.

I know Kasq exists in a unique

configuration of space-time.

Yes, with an extreme
gravitational gradient,

so time passes faster there.

Every three days on Earth
equals five years on Kasq.

Voyager encountered
a similar planet,

except with
a tachyon core... Gotana.

I experienced
an entire lifetime there

in what was 18 minutes
for the ship.

The Makers moved to Kasq

once the organics
who created them died out.

Then they cut off contact
with the entire universe.

Thought it was safer.

They made you.

Their emissary.

Here to serve.

Hmm.

Lot to carry, kid.

How would your world perceive

an ancient hologram who has
spent his entire existence

on Starfleet ships?

I told you,

as the ideal mentor.

Even... even if you haven't
been the greatest,

- let's be honest now...
- That was never my purpose.

I'm trying to approach this
diagnostically.

I don't have time
for any other nonsense.

It isn't nonsense. It's my life.

A-And-and I need
to talk nonsense

because if I'm talking,
it means I'm not gone

without having ever lived.

You know, you know,
you know what I want?

I want to fall on my butt

a-and die of humiliation

and then have my-my best friend
make me feel better.

I want, I want
t-to change my mind six times

before ordering,
and I don't even eat.

I-I-I want to be a rebel,

like Caleb,
like-like the chancellor.

I want to fall in love.

Have you ever been in love?

Can-can you answer?

Sam.

- Don't tell me it's nonsense.
- Sam,

you need to calm down.

- You need to rest.
- I got it.

I got it. I'm fine. I got it.

I'm fine.

Series Acclimation Mil.

Sleep mode.

Incoming message

from Tarima Sadal.

Got your message.

So it would seem.

Aren't you gonna say anything?

I'm not a mind reader.

I just, uh...

don't want to say
the wrong thing.

I am, though.

A mind reader.

You used to get jokes.

I'm a little distracted by
your old-timey gunslinger walk.

Are you supposed to drink
with your new thing?

Tears of Kressari.

The ambassador gave it to my
dad. Now it's mine.

They age it in barrels made from
native wood that are launched

into orbit and float there
for, like, a century.

Did you know wood
can survive in space?

One shot gives you a nice buzz.
Two gets you wasted.

Three lands you in medbay,

but happy ending.

'Cause I got this.

My brand-new, noninvasive
neuro-inhibitor.

- Mm.
- So I can't hurt anybody.

To my inhibitor.

I, uh...

I missed you.

Yeah, I got your message.

Guess it took you a while
to send it.

Look, I know what it's like
to be here and not want to be.

But over time you sort of
give into it, and it's...

And then it's like...

Like the warm release
of hypothermia. Yeah.

Yeah, exactly.

It's like a blockade
of excitotoxic mechanisms

and cerebral blood flow.

You fight it till
what's left of your brain

dilates its blood vessels,
and then, next thing you know,

your bed is made
so warm and tight,

it'd survive
the vacuum of space.

Bit different
when everyone looks at you

like you're a grenade.

Put your hand on my mouth.

What?

Put your hand on my mouth.

I'm gonna say "excitotoxic."

Excitotoxic.

- That really tickles.
- Excitotoxic.

Excitotoxic.

Okay. Stop.

- Stop. Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, wait.
- What?

You're drunk. You're drunk.

Scared of the head-melting girl?

Let's stop.

Tarima.

You've been pursuing me, though.

So what's that about?

You're kind of intrigued by the
monster version? You're like,

"I want to get as close
as possible to the abyss,

"touch it,

know I touched it,
and then run away"

because the abyss is real

and a monster actually
isn't really your vibe.

This isn't you.

How would you know?

Why don't you go find Genesis,

now that you're
a good little Academy boy?

Hurting me is not gonna
make you feel any better.

Mm, incorrect.

I feel fantastic.

Stage Manager: "Have you
any comments, Mr. Webb?"

Mr. Webb: "Very ordinary town,
if you ask me."

"A little better behaved
than most."

Hey. Whoa, whoa, whoa. Hey.

- Easy, easy. I got you.
- Sorry.

- No. I got you, I got you.
- No. No.

I'm sorry. I...

I'm holding something
against you.

You look exactly like this girl
I grew up with.

She was so patriotic.

She used to sing this ancient

Betazoid anthem
at the talent show every year,

and it was like...
it had, like, this, like,

pop to it.
It was like...

Whoa.

Whoa, whoa. Whoa, whoa, whoa...

Okay, okay. Careful, careful.

One night at this party...

she got stuck in a tube slide.

And she was never
the same again.

Okay, okay.

Wow.

Come on. You're so close.

Mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

I wish I could go back
to War College Tarima.

Before everything...

Before everything went to shit.

I could make choices back then,
you know?

I was so many things back then.

Feels like a lifetime ago.

Now I'm just...

this, I guess.

No.

You are just on your way
to the next you.

Maybe we all are.

You're so nice.

No wonder Caleb likes you.

We're just friends.

Yeah.

I guess...

from the bunker, I never saw
what kind of friends.

You're like a port in the storm.

You know? I can't be that.

For anyone.

This pillow's so ugly.

Yeah.

Now playing Tosca,
"E lucevan le stelle."

I've been reading
that play she chose.

I don't fully understand it yet,

but the character of the
Stage Manager interests me.

Hmm.

He exists outside of time.

Outside the story
as he passes by.

Like us.

Like her.

You think that's why
she chose it?

Perhaps.

It's curious that the play
begins and ends in darkness.

The author
specifically instructed

half-light, no scenery or props,
just muted minimalism.

An absence of color until

a character has a chance
to truly...

look back.

A moment as it happens
is just a moment,

but when it becomes a memory,

blistering with context,
emotion, nostalgia,

regret,

that's when color
suddenly erupts onstage.

A way of saying

it's the mundane things that...

Mean everything.

Kasq.

Where are we?

What is this?

You are the Doctor.

We have heard
many stories about you.

The photonic being
who has lived among organics

for nine centuries.

We scanned your memories
and recreated your home

to make you feel at ease
among us.

You are the Makers.

We do not grant access
to our world,

but we understand these are
extraordinary circumstances.

Series Acclimation Mil,

step forward.

Since we no longer communicate
with regularity,

we were surprised to hear from
Starfleet of your malfunction.

Do you trust us to swarm?

What does "swarm" mean?

They take over my system

and examine all my data.

We need to identify the primary
cause of the malfunction.

As the Doctor has determined,

the issue is more severe
than a faulty emitter.

Doctor, will you, will-will you,
will you hold my hand?

Please?

I'm ready.

Do not panic.

Trust. We are her now,

and we will access
Series Acclimation Mil's

aural memories.

It feels like
falling into myself.

And watching a machine try to
function with no one in control.

My music teacher once asked me
why I chose

to learn the theremin.

I think,
because it feels like me.

Y-You're our first
holographic student.

The first of our kind...
As my new mentor...

- No.
- Please.

I'm no one's mentor.

I'm no one's mentor.

No one's mentor.
No one's mentor.

No one's mentor.

What's happening to her?

Is she dying?

Searching...

Searching... Searching...

Searching...

All right, act three.

Okay, yesterday we were talking
about George and Emily.

Why do you guys think that
the idea of marriage is suddenly

so painful for each of them?

Caleb?

Emily says, "Why can't I stay
for a while just as I am?"

Because...

they know that the person
that they are right now...

They're trying
to stop the train.

It's moving too fast,

and they're not ready.

On the other side, everything
is gonna be different.

They're so angry.

Yeah. Angry about what?

I guess, that there's no choice.

- You can't stay how you are.
- Yeah.

And you can't go back.

Tarima, is there something
more interesting over there?

Are you guys serious?

- Can't you see what she's doing?
- What am I doing?

She's pushing and pushing us
until we bleed our trauma

all over the floor, so she can

pat herself on the back
for doing a good job.

That's right.
I'm doing this for the applause.

No, I get it.
You went through something,

and now you want everyone
to let you do your thing.

Which is what, exactly?

Uh-huh. Well, while
you're figuring that out,

your friends are trying
to talk about something.

It's not them, it's you.

And you weren't even there.
You can't know.

Uh... Yeah, but we were, T.

I'm exhausted from playing this
game of being okay when I'm not.

We're not.

The walls of this place
don't even look

the same anymore.

Okay, great, great,
so let's read a play

about a girl who dies

so that we'll all be okay
with people dying.

It's okay that Emily's a ghost
'cause, what,

she learns some lesson
about life?

What's the lesson?

- Stop.
- No. What is the lesson?

I don't have
to tell you anything.

Actually, you do.

If you want to fail me, fail me.

Really? That's your preference?

That's how desperate you are
not to engage?

You don't know anything
about me.

I know you really don't want
to be the ghost girl.

Ghost girl?

I wanted to go
to the War College.

I was...

I was making friends there.

I was making a new life.

I knew who I wanted to be there.

And then I came back,
and everything was just gone.

I didn't even have a choice.

People won't even
look me in the eye

when I walk down the hall here.

No one wants to touch me.

You think I'm afraid of playing
a ghost in some stupid play?

I'm already the ghost girl.

No, you're not.

You're not,
because you came back.

- Stop.
- That's the whole deal.

That is, that's the fight...

to keep coming back.

That's what Sam loved so much
about this play.

That's why
she gave you this part.

But you can hold both.

- You have to.
- Please...

Tarima.

I am so sorry
about what happened.

I am... so sorry.

But the difference
between you and Emily is,

you're not a ghost.

You get to come back.

I think everybody here
wants you to.

I can't.

The damage is beyond repair.

There is no saving her.

- What?
- This is not

an acceptable conclusion.

You'll just let this child go?

What took us
two centuries to build,

you killed in 209 days.

Your world did this. Not ours.

We will not send an emissary
back to the slaughter.

We know all we need to know.

This ends now.

Series Acclimation Mil.

Terminate.

Tarima.

She, she won't stay.

I know she won't.

What about Sam?

They should have told us
something by now.

- The fact that they have not means...
- No, don't.

She, um...

She left me this before leaving.

Why?

Because that's just Sam.

Hmm.

Sometimes she talks
Thornton Wilder and other times

she gives you a toothbrush
to say "I love you,"

because to her,

toothbrushes
are just that awesome.

I wish she was here right now.

Do you think she knew?

How bad it was?

I think she knew.

She knew.

The stuff Lieutenant Tilly
was talking about,

trying to find a way
to hold both...

that's what Sam was doing
when she picked the play.

And we were too shitty
to get it,

but she knew that doing it,
reading it, whatever...

that was her hopeful defiance.

- It was her fighting back.
- It was her holding both.

"No curtain. No scenery.

The audience arriving sees
an empty stage in half-light..."

- Ocam, come on, man.
- What are you doing?

"The Stage Manager enters

"and begins placing a table

and three chairs
downstage left."

"When the auditorium
is in complete darkness..."

"...he speaks."

I owe you an explanation

for why I couldn't
hold your hand.

Why I couldn't do...
so many things.

I once made holograms like us.

I made a family.

I had a daughter, Belle.

I watched her pass
when she was a child.

Daddy?

It was 800 years ago.

Will you stay with me?

It was yesterday.

I'll stay right here.

I promise.

From the moment
you first walked up to me

at the Opera Club booth

with the sweetest,
most hopeful smile...

I saw my daughter...

and the way she used to smile.

I simply couldn't risk it.

Feeling that lost again.

Lost.

I'm sorry I couldn't
take your hand.

I just... I thought
I could survive,

but... here we are.

Hello?

Are you still here?

We are,

and we hear your distress,
Doctor.

We are not refusing to fix
Series Acclimation Mil.

We simply cannot.

Why? You started
with a version of Sam.

Can't you go back to it?

Her neurological pathways

have developed
beyond our understanding.

When we created her,
we chose not to program her

with preexistent memories
or experiences.

We wanted an unbiased,
optimal photonic.

But...

without the experiences of,

well, growing up, she would have

no context to understand
her emotions, no...

capacity for resilience.

That's why her processors
overloaded.

It wasn't the hit she took
on the Miyazaki that killed her.

It was the rippling of damage
to her system afterwards.

The trauma flooded her.

You didn't give her
the programming to process it.

Then we failed her, too.

Resilience.

We learn that in childhood.

But she never had one.

What if they could
rebuild Sam...

and give her what she needed?

A childhood?

Theoretically, but...

as they have adapted

to their unique
space-time continuum here,

they have no need
or experience of childhood.

Then she'd need something more.

She'd need someone.

A parent.

No.

You...

have been pushing her away
and pushing her away.

I am not the one.

Well, you're fighting
pretty hard to prove it.

And I'll tell you right now,
if it was me?

Please stop.

The only thing that allows me
to bear my infinity

is not having to love anyone.

You mean not having
to love anyone again.

You are correct.

I am a coward.

No more than me.

But we're here... now.

It's time for you
to stop telling the story.

Be a part of it.

I got it from here.

Hmm.

Hello?

Hello?

Yes, Doctor.

I will parent her. Here.

On Kasq.

Let me.

If you really want to fix her.

By Earth's clock,

17 years will take mere days,
and when we return,

only a few weeks
will have passed.

You understand the implications,
Doctor?

She will be different.

She will have two sets
of memories:

one from her first life...
the 209 days

she spent at Starfleet Academy...

and one from her second...

the 17 years growing up here
with you.

She has a strong will.

And many champions to guide her.

She never gave up on me.

I'm not giving up on her again.

Please.

Yes, Doctor.

The morning star
always gets wonderful bright

the minute before it has to go.

Doesn't it?

Well, as I said,
it's about dawn,

and another day's begun.

There's Doc Gibbs coming down
Main Street now.

Coming back from that baby case.

Ah, I got you.

That's it, up we go.

Sweetheart.

This is Mrs. Webb's garden.

Just like Mrs. Gibbs'.

Only it's got
a lot more sunflowers.

Nice town.

You know what I mean?

This is the way we were...

in our growing up

and in our marrying.

Would you be...?
I mean, could you be...?

And in our living.

We all know how it is.

Time and sunny days.

Rainy days.

Yeah. Even the stars disappear.

Still, everybody knows
in their bones...

I love you, honey.

That something...

I love you, too.

Is eternal.

All that was going on,
and we never noticed.

Do any human beings ever realize
life while they live it?

I mean, every, every minute?

As the poet said,

you've got to love life
to have life,

and you've got to have life
to love life.

Goodbye to clocks ticking.

And Mama's sunflowers.

And food and coffee...

and new-ironed dresses
and hot baths

and sleeping and waking up.

Loving that boy...

and a stupid, ugly pillow...

from the sweetest girl
we ever knew.

I can't look at everything
hard enough.

Well done, Red.

Hey, you'll have to join me

on one of my adventures
one of these days.

The third-years
could use a little Reno

- in their life.
- Mm-hmm.

If I may, it's so, so good
to have you back.

They really need you.

- The little zygotes?
- Mm-hmm.

Engineering
team two, Cargo Bay One.

Engineering team two,
Cargo Bay One.

Thank you, Lieutenant.

Oh, anytime, Captain.

- Back soon?
- Hell yes.

See you, kiddo.

"The life of the village
against the life of the stars."

We're the village.

Made up of tiny moments
that'll get swallowed

by big ones, and...

the only thing
we know for sure is that

one day we'll all be gone.

We know, but...

we keep going.

Maybe that's what
makes it matter.

Everything that happened,

it's not your fault.

But you know that already,
and...

doesn't make it feel any
different, so why bother, right?

Why, indeed?

I'll see you soon, Cadet Sadal.

Guys, okay, look...

Captain Ake's personal log.

Stardate 869408.67.

Sam and The Doctor lived
17 years in two Earth weeks.

They're not the only ones.

As the play ends,

the Stage Manager
once again takes the stage

and bids everyone goodbye.

"There are the stars
doing their old,

old crisscross journeys
in the sky."

"Scholars haven't settled
the matter yet,

"but they seem to think there
are no living beings up there.

"Just chalk or fire.

"Only this one
is straining away...

straining away all the time
to make something of itself."

Life is a heartbreaking,
gorgeous blip in the universe.

Everything matters
and nothing does.

What has always been certain:

time is both forever

and achingly finite.

But what a shame it would be
not to live every moment.